It hasn't been long since he had walked Deathbelle home from that first night. The fire she had kindled in him still shouldering lightly in his gut. Where to go from here? He would need to procure her a handmaiden, and a home suitable for an Empress. It was a tall order, but instead of getting started right away, the Warlord found himself drifting back to Habari. To her.

He yearned for the sense she made of his world, the way the parts of him did not feel so jaggered and out of control. With a simple rosebud tucked behind his air, the Warlord stood a good distance back from that pack. Leaning on his hunches with a sly smile, he lifted back his head and howled for her. No rest for the wicked, no rest for Deathbelle after what she had awakened inside of him. He hoped she had no plans for the day, for he had a full days events layer out for them. The places he would take her.

She was walking on clouds since Sirius helped her home a few nights ago, she still wasn’t quite sure it had been real. It felt like a dream, it was a dream, a dream that she had been ignoring for years and one she had clung to as a young she wolf. She thought that this perfect place beside Sirius had been lost to her. Now she belonged to him, her heart, mind, and soul yearned to be beside him. She felt alive again, like se really was his little phoenix risen once more. Life wasn’t a dull painful existence in which she sought the end. She wanted to see the next dawn, she needed to see Sirius’ face. Her thoughts were nearly constantly on him as she went about her daily duties, preparing to go start anew with the man she had loved from the very start.

There was no surprise he called for her while she was thinking about him. Deathbelle swiftly made her way towards the falls. A perfect meeting place away from the hustle and bustle of either pack. Delicate paws carried her swiftly forward, already smiling and she hadn’t even seen him yet. The once empress didn’t stop when he came into view, without hesitation she helped close the distance between them, anything to get touch him again. Emotions swirled and filled her, nearly spilling over in tears of joy. She’d been so low for so long even a taste of this happiness was enough to overwhelm her. Deathbelle clung to him, knowing this man had saved her life, he recreated her.

It wasn’t long before she returned to him. The spirited Klein woman finding him by the falls and pressing herself into his arms. He wrapped a paw about her, and held her close. Knowing she was his life raft, and feeling an equal need to pull her close. He leaned down, ruffling his nose through her forehead. Taking in the scent of her. The scent of childhood and long memories. He gave a crooked smile and pulled the rosebud from his ear, and pressed it gently behind her own. “It’s not as warm as the hot springs i’m afraid, but perhaps we could admire the view from the top?” he pointed upwards. Fall had scattered flowers and leaves with great abandon, and more then a few bright colours floated along the falls. "Belle" "Seer"

He wrapped her in his arms and she buried her features into his neck, ignoring everything but him. Nothing else mattered right now, all she could focus on was the deep feeling of love that easily overwhelmed and filled her when they were together. It was always there, it had always been there, but she had needed to bind and restrict it for her own sanity. Something that had only been detrimental, like she was forced to suffocate a vital part of herself. Deathbelle could breathe freely here against him.

Sirius pulled away only slightly, placing a rose behind her ear charmingly. She grinned up at him, violet eyes bright and flashing as he apologized for the water here being colder. ”I’m sure I’ll be warm enough in your arms.” Belle told him, not at all disappointed with their little date spot. They had beautiful scenery before them and Deathbelle couldn’t have imagined better company. ”Perhaps we should,” she very nearly giggled as she echoed his words and grinned up at him. Like a princess about to take her prince’s arm up the castle stair she leaned against his side affectionately and for support.

“You will.” He promised, pulling her ever more tightly against him. Folding his arms around her. She was small enough that he could do so. If he sat back, he could pull her full into his arms, hold her there near the beat of his heart. He let his teeth nip at the the fur behind her ears. It was too easy to get side tracked when Belle was in his grasp like this… With a slow breath, he reluctantly pulled free, still leaning lightly against her as he got back to his paws. He paused, this new thing between them had been a whirlwind, intimacy and need. He was not afraid to put a little play into the mix. He growled and struck at her, grabbing her paw lightly in her teeth. Not enough to hurt, but enough to be felt, before he let her go. “Tag” the old Warlord said, like a child, through there was nothing innocent about the fire in his eyes as he turned, and tore up the hill. "Belle" "Seer"

Sirius promised her easily that she would find warmth in his embrace and he held her tighter to him. Belle never felt more like she belonged somewhere. The feeling of the rhythmic beating of his heart against hers warmed her, filled her, rebuilt her. He nibbled at the backs of her ears and ignited those familiar flames of desire, little ripples of pleasure brought by his teeth. He reluctantly pulled away from her, but the once empress didn’t miss the glint in his eye as he looked back into her eyes. A deep growl from his chest shook her as he struck like a snake and took her paw between his teeth.

Suddenly it was a game. Violet eyes widened in surprise as he led the chase, seeking to have her try and catch him. An analogy for their entire lives, she chased him for so long. He was like lightning up the trail to the height of the peaks, but she was much more graceful on her paws. She followed him relentlessly, nipping at his hips and heels as she went. A soft giggle on her lips as he showed her joy, brought back a glimpse of her younger spirit.